Chapter 2480: Singled out

Is this really a mistake?
Does he really have a chance to correct his mistakes?
Even if he is given a chance, can he really do it?
Maker Luke, the true apostle with the power of an apostle, even in the ancient times, is a terrible strong man and a living disaster that is difficult to deal with.
In the era of fairy reign, the apostle rose to the top of the ranks. In addition to the fairy royal family who possessed artifacts that could activate their blood, who else could really fight against them?
Unless...become a chess piece and controlled by that woman, there may still be a fight, but the outcome after that, without even thinking about it, must be extremely tragic.
Chess pieces have always been unable to end well.
"Foster father, have you ever thought of recovering the bodies of those people?"
"Do you have a way?" Master Dewey asked rhetorically.
"Yes, but you might have to take a risk."
"Will your life be endangered?" Master Dewey asked again.
"Yes," I said without thinking.
"I don't agree," Master Dewey said solemnly: "I can't take my son in to recover the body!"
"You are thinking too seriously, foster father" I explained: "I have at least half the chance of surviving."
"But half of you may die!" Master Dewey emphasized.
"It's only half, isn't it?" I pretended to be relaxed: "And my luck has always been good."
"I don't allow it! You are playing with fire!" Master Dewey increased his tone, like a parent who warned the child not to approach the poisonous snake.
"Foster father, you have your duty, I have my duty. Whether goblins or dwarves, they respect you, believe in you, and even obey orders completely. There is no doubt that it is not just because you created the most brilliant in history. Business empire, but because you speak arbitrarily and will never give up any opportunity to benefit the people of the tribe. On this point, I also admire you."
Taking a deep breath, I said solemnly: "I am honored to be your son. While enjoying the glory, I am often distressed. What should I do to be worthy of every bit of glory I enjoy? , I finally figured it out."
"I'm not good at business, I don't understand scientific research, and I don't have much culture, but I have an adventurous spirit and good strength. What I can do is to use this strong body to do what I can, for example, Bring back the lost bodies of martyrs as complete as possible."
"Foster father, as you said, is responsible for his own mistakes, then please let me take this responsibility, and I will replace you and correct it."
Silence, like a sudden hail, instantly suppresses the atmosphere to its lowest point.
After a long time.
"Did you decide to do this from the beginning?"
"Yes, foster father."
"Can you... tell me the real reason?" Master Dewey's voice suddenly became weak and old: "From the standpoint of father and son, I want to listen to your heart."
"I just don't want the people to be disappointed in us." After a pause, I continued: "I want to fulfill my promise...our promise."
For a long time, he sighed: "Well, let's go, I will send..."
"I don't need to send anyone," I said solemnly: "This kind of thing is best done by myself."
"You...oh."
Master Dewey said nothing, so he hung up the call.
He has acquiesced to my ideas.
Sleepless all night.
Early the next morning, I got up from bed anxiously and went to the yard to practice knife.
At first, the sword technique was rigorous and decent, with a taste of morning exercises, but as the more upset and irritable, the killing intent appeared unconsciously, and the sword technique instantly became sharp and erratic, shocking the waiter. The guards fled the front yard one after another, closing the door for fear of endangering themselves.
The blade light was faster than one, and the killing intent was stronger than the other. Soon, there was a sound of rubble cracking in the ear, and the hard marble brick surface was cut to each other.
As the sword technique became more and more erratic and the killing intent became more and more arrogant, a manic power surged from his chest, like boiling hot water. Constantly hit the lid.
After a long howl, the raging power came out, directly triggering the Raptors Duankong Slash.
Under the guidance of the phantom of the dragon head, my figure kept bending and crashing in the front yard.
The precious flowers instantly turned into powder, and the expensive porcelain was turned into after the wind, and some jade ornaments could not stand the torment of the wind, and they fell to the ground and broke into several pieces.
This is simply a natural demolition skill!
While venting my irritability, I said silently.
The strength ends, and the phantom disappears.
Breathing the air, turning around, the courtyard is full of chaos, like a natural disaster.
Walking towards the room, he left a sentence at the same time: "Come here, clean up."
Back to the room, took a bath, changed clothes, and lay on the bed refreshed.
This morning exercise finally relieved the depression in my heart and gave me a refreshing morning.
To be honest, the pressure has been increasing recently!
Both the poisoning incident was traced and the apostle revived. Maybe the woman who persecuted the apostle would also come to Hefeng Continent. If by then, I am not strong enough, and I have no chance of blood, then I don’t want to wait. Are you playing with applause as chess pieces?
I hate to be used as a chess piece, and I hate to be played with, as if I am a puppet... No, puppets are all bright and bright, and more bluntly, they are fools.
Should we take a more extreme approach?
Although torture to extract a confession is very inhumane, in many cases it is the best way to solve the trouble.
Do you want to use it?
Or, take the waiter back to the imperial capital and let Boss Rennes tortured himself?
No, this is not only risky, but also troublesome.
Once noticed by the people behind the scenes, it is very likely that they will go far away, and finally get a clue. If they can't make good use of it, wouldn't these excellent assassins be wasted?
Tangled for a long while, sighed.
Well, wait, maybe you will get unexpected results.
The additional manpower sent by the boss of Rennes arrived at noon the next day. This group of assassins did not seem as indifferent as the previous group. They were full of curiosity about many things, and smiled on their faces from time to time. When facing me, I also acted quite relaxed, a bit less serious and a bit more frivolous.
But obviously, this move did not conform to the intentions of the Assassin Captain. The serious and indifferent captain punished those who were the most free on the spot.
The method of punishment is also very special. It is not pure corporal punishment or verbal insult, but battle.
Captain Assassins used a single dagger to compete against them one-on-one.
The result is obvious, how can flesh and blood people beat the ruthless assassins who are analogous to killing machines, and a group of offspring assassins with detached character, cut to blood and blood by the captain, although there is no life-threatening, but they are also extremely embarrassed.
At this point, all the assassins were convinced, one by one, with serious expressions and upright attitudes, standing in a row, like a mighty regular army.
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